The system that can make a god disown his godship and profane it--oh, well, it's all wrong, it's all wrong and ought to be abolished, I should say." The mention of Darwin brought on a literary discussion, and this topic roused such enthusiasm in Barrow that he took off his coat and made himself the more free and comfortable for it, and detained him so long that he was still at it when the noisy proprietors of the room came shouting and skylarking in and began to romp, scuffle, wash, and otherwise entertain themselves.

He lingered yet a little longer to offer the hospitalities of his room and his book shelf to Tracy and ask him a personal question or two: "What is your trade ?" "They--well, they call me a cowboy, but that is a fancy.

I'm not that.
I haven't any trade." "What do you work at for your living ?" "Oh, anything--I mean I would work at, anything I could get to do, but thus far I haven't been able to find an occupation." "Maybe I can help you; I'd like to try." "I shall be very glad.

I've tried, myself, to weariness." "Well, of course where a man hasn't a regular trade he's pretty bad off in this world.

What you needed, I reckon, was less book learning and more bread-and-butter learning.